Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Georgia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-102 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.